When I got home, I changed into something comfortable and stayed in, knowing I wouldn’t get anything done anywhere else, not with how sore I still felt.
But every time I picked up a pencil, my mind drifted back to Ryan, to earlier, and the lines never came out right, my hand stalling more than it moved while I caught myself smiling at nothing.
I dropped the pencil and reached for my phone instead, texting June.
Me: I just lost my V-card.
My phone started ringing immediately. I laughed before even picking up.
“Don’t you dare hang up,” June’s voice came through, already loud. “Tell me everything. How did it happen? Was it good? Did you at least enjoy yourself? Because if you’re going to get married to Nick, something better be worth it—”
“It wasn’t with Nick.”
She went quiet, then sai
